Dion silently slid into Lilith's room, doing his best not to wake her. He approached the bed she laid on staring down at her peaceful figure. Ah, what an angel. Her breaths came out slow and even, her chest rising and falling evenly. He sat down beside her on the bed, careful not to disturb her.
Dion knew she was a beauty and yet he never failed to be captivated by her face. If this female ever knew the hold she had over him then all hope would be lost. His hand stroked the soft skin of her cheek Lovingly. He frowned at the dried blood that stained her cheek.
Her blood.
Dion felt his anger rise at the thought of the bastard who hurt his mate. Dax had suffered long in Dion's hands and had even begged for death before Dion killed him but he felt the bastard hadn't suffered nearly enough
